Football with me mates
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We got together and all played last night
Me in a kit – what a sight
I saw myself as rampaging down the wing
I did that once, when very thin.
Perhaps I’d have played better (as I’ve done before)
If I’d warmed up first; now I’m sore.
I tried the tricks, the dummy, dribble, flick,
But after twenty minutes felt very sick;
And then the master stroke the professional foul,
Followed quickly by a shower and my fluffy Man U towel.
It wasn’t quite as in my mind
And that’s not unusual I think you’ll find
Because the ‘beautiful’ game can be a bitter pill,
Unless played by them, blessed with the skill.
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